Why Dorian?
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody.
Rated: R
Warning: Slash and meanness
######### Tom's POV ##########
Dorian smoothed back my hair and frowned.
"When is the last time you washed your hair?" he asked.
"A few weeks ago. We Americans don't bath as often, as you fine Europeans do."
He rolled his eyes at me and scoffed.
"Don't you like to be clean?" he asked.
I moved up closer to him and whispered,
"I prefer to be dirty."
He gave me that wicked smile of his and kissed me. My God, his lips were so soft and perfect.
"Well, if you want to be mine, you're going to have to work on your personal hygiene," he said, giving me that stern look of his.
"And if I don't?"
"You really want to find out?"
Part of me wanted to. I liked to see just how far I could push him. I knew he liked it too. He picked up his brush and ran it through my hair. God, I was getting turned on.
"There, it looks much better," he said.
It did look better. It was out of my eyes at least.
"Thanks," I said.
Dorian and I split up for the day. I don't know what he went and did, but I was on deck with Quartermain who was teaching me how to shoot. I was unfocused; my mind was on Dorian. I couldn't wait to get back to him. Quartermain was bitching about me not taking my time, whatever the hell that means. I asked him if he ever taught his son to shoot like this and when I turned around he was gone.
"I wouldn't mind him," Dorian said.
"Where were you?" I asked.
"That's really none of your concern," he replied, tapping that cane of his.
"You are such a shit sometimes," I said, focusing my eyes on the ball floating in the ocean.
"Well, I've been called much worse."
He came up and pressed himself against me.
"Why don't we go back to my room where I can put that dirty mouth to work."
"You are a sex fiend."
He licked the inside of my ear. I felt my knees get weak. He knew I was his; he knew I would submit to him.
"Okay," I said, letting him lead the way.